Rejected Luna's Redemption

To protect the werewolf realm, the Lycan Queen Daniella was infected by dark magic, her life hanging by a thread. Only my ancestral heirloom, the Crimson Moon Chalice, could save her. But to please a young female wolf, Jensen King had taken the chalice to the human world, just to let the red butterflies within dance for her amusement. The pack members knelt before me, pleading for me to summon him back, but I shook my head in refusal.

In my previous life, I had risked the destruction of my wolf to forcefully retrieve the chalice and bring it back, saving the Lycan Queen. But the young she-wolf, heartbroken, had rushed into rogue territory alone and was tortured to death by the rogues. Jensen claimed he didn’t blame me, but on the day the Lycan Queen emerged from her recovery, he locked me, weakened and vulnerable, in the heart of rogue territory, watching as I was surrounded by vicious rogues, his face twisted with anger.

"Rosalia, if it weren’t for you and the pack conspiring against her, Rayna would never have been so desperate!" he snarled. "You killed her! Now you’ll know what it feels like to be at the mercy of rogues!"

This time, I let him and his precious Rayna have their way, and now he was consumed with regret.

"The Lycan Queen is fading fast. Only the Crimson Moon Chalice can absorb the dark magic. This is urgent—we can’t wait any longer!" The pack’s anxious voices filled the air.

I realized with a start that I had been given a second chance.

Jensen’s cold voice echoed in my mind through the mind-link. "Rosalia, I told you I had important matters to attend to today. Don’t bother me. Do you think I’d believe such a flimsy excuse? You’re being naive."

I numbly cut off the mind-link.

The Lycan Queen’s pained groans snapped me back to reality. "Your Majesty!"

The pack’s healer, his expression grave, examined her briefly before turning to me. "The dark magic has solidified within her. Even removing the infected tissue won’t help. The only hope is to contact Alpha Jensen and have him bring the Crimson Moon Chalice immediately."

My heart ached, unsure how to respond. As the chalice’s keeper, I knew its power to absorb dark magic. I had mind-linked Jensen as soon as I learned of the Lycan Queen’s condition. But he had only scoffed.

"Rosalia, even if you wanted to trick me into coming back, you could have come up with a better story," he sneered. "The Lycan Queen? Infected by dark magic? You know today is Rayna’s birthday. I only borrowed your chalice to fulfill her wish. Is it too much to ask for you not to be so petty?"

A matter of life and death, yet he stubbornly believed I was jealous and causing trouble.

In the healing chamber, dark tendrils of magic seeped from the Lycan Queen’s head. She was at her limit. Yet, she still managed a gentle